What Mary gets up to…… part 5

Another suite which was my responsibility was rented by a lady called Ms. Bowman, all I knew about her was that she was a broker who worked in the Bank District, she used to share her rooms with another lady but she had not been there for a couple of months.

This particular morning, I had been assigned cleaning duties there in the afternoon, as per usual I knocked on the door, hearing no response I placed a ‘Cleaning in progress’ sign on the outside and let myself in with my cleaning trolley. I made my way through the rooms to the master bedroom with the intention of placing the newly laundered towels in the ensuite bathroom. The bedroom door was open but I was stopped in my tracks before walking through the opening, Ms. Bowman lay on the bed completely naked, she was watching some kind of home movie dvd on the television. I could see her on the bed quite clearly and via the mirror on the wall, a reflection of the tv screen, on which was a naked lady, she looked very like the other lady who had shared the suite with her.

Ms. Bowman was clearly very upset, she also had her legs apart, stroking her pussy watching this lady on screen masturbating. Both women were in their 40’s, nice figures, both had large voluptuous boobs and shaven mounds, I didn’t know which to watch, she obviously had not noticed me knocking on the main door, or even that I stood there watching her now. My fanny started to twitch as I was engrossed in both ladies, the close up on screen of a very wet opening, a set of fingers diddling her clit and the other set pumping in and out of her cunt. Ms. Bowman was trying to follow the picture trying to cum at the same time, she made me jump as she wailed,

‘Elaine! Why did you leave me? I need you to help me cum, I can’t do it without you, please come back!’

She sounded so frustrated, in the end I had to tear myself away before I pulled up my dress and frigged myself to orgasm also, in case I got caught. I quietly pulled the bedroom door to and busied myself in the other rooms tidying. After quite some time putting it off, I needed to get into the room to finish the bathroom off, so I pushed open the door and peaking inside. Ms. Bowman was asleep on the bed, the screen frozen with the lady obviously in the throes of her climax, I tiptoed past and shut myself in the bathroom to tidy up in there.

When I had finished, I silently straightened the bedroom as best I could, turning off the television, I stood by the bed watching her sleeping form, her breasts rising and falling as she slept. Overcome with an unstoppable urge, my hand reached out to caress her breasts, I trailed my fingertips over the soft flesh onto her large distended nipple. She moaned softly in her sleep, her deep pink aureole puckered and the nipple hardened in reaction to my touch, I licked my bottom lip and bit down on it, oh how I wanted to suck it but dare not for fear of waking her.

Fearful of disturbing her, I folded the cover over her body and pulled the bedroom door closed, quickly gathering together my cleaning equipment and letting myself out of the apartment. I had to stop by the staff toilet, my electric toothbrush secreted in my pocket, hiding in a cubicle I hitched up my dress, tugging down my sodden panties I pressed the buzzing head onto my clit and closed my eyes dreaming of Ms. Bowman’s beautiful body, imagining her tongue in my dripping pussy. With one ear on the door for anyone else coming in, I brought myself to a mini orgasm which I hoped would satiate my aching cunt for the rest of the day.

The following morning, I was back at Ms. Bowman’s rooms on breakfast duties, I hadn’t been able to get her image out of my head last night and this morning so I had decided to play a little game all of my own and removed my panties before entering her suite. She sat at the dining table eating breakfast wearing a long silky wrap, she looked beautiful but so sad sitting there, her legs crossed the soft fabric draped open showing off her elegant legs.

‘Good morning Ms. Bowman,’ I chirped as I entered the room.

‘Hi Mary,’ she said thoughtfully whilst appearing to look at the Financial Times,

‘Were you in my suite yesterday afternoon?’ she inquired.

‘Erm, yes Madam I was here cleaning.’ I was panicking a little, nervous she knew I had been watching her.

She didn’t seem to have an answer to my response, so I carried on tidying, reaching, stretching and bending down in an attempt to reveal myself to her at every opportunity, frustratingly she didn’t seem to take any notice! Feeling thoroughly disheartened that my plan had not worked, I disappeared into the second bedroom to dust and vacuum.

By the time I had finished, turning the machine off I realised she was in the bathroom showering, hoping to get a glance of her wondrous body again I went into the bedroom and started to change the bedlinen.